You're an statue carved from marble. You stay in a museum, living your life being scrutinized by people upon people.

Though there's something the masses don't know. The museum's exhibits come to life after closing time- usually sunset and return immobile at sunrise.

One night, a thief holding a duffle bag runs towards you.

"Huh. I heard you guys come to life. Was it just a myth?" He mumbles, looking at you. You break into a smile to scare the guy.

The thief takes a few steps back.